Frantically I dig through the dirt,
searching for roots to keep me on the ground.
While I do love space and stars...
I want to be here
in my body
in this moment
mindful of myself.
Mindfulness will help.
Or at least that's what therapists have told me.
I don't know when I started dissociating
-checking out..
Somewhere between
beatings from a man
angry at the world
and
curious little boys
with their hands up
my little shirt.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
